Unleashing the Teenager Within!

In 5 months’ time I will clock up 70 years! It’s an age I never contemplated and I am constantly surprised at as I still think of myself as a young man - albeit trapped in an ageing body that still works quite well. I am now enjoying what’s left of that magic number “69” years. Unfortunately, “69” or any other form of sexual activity has been mostly off the menu for the past 35 years as my marriage has been non-physical for all of that time due to my wife suffering post-natal issues.

It has been a very difficult thing to deal with, but we worked hard at keeping our marriage intact. To help take my mind of my natural sexual urges I buried myself in my work and as many projects as I could - a distraction tactic that mostly succeeded. I never actively pursued affairs or other liaisons but I must admit to occasionally discreetly straying if/when the opportunity was offered. However mostly I resorted to self-administered ‘owner-operator” relief.

My straying was confined to when I travelled for work. I am now retired and the travel is far less frequent, now, due to Covid, it is non-existent. Consequently a few years ago, I reluctantly conceded that my sexual activity days were over and I will grow into my old age in absolute celibacy with no prospect of any further sexual adventures.

In my retirement I have continued to bury myself in projects and activities to take my mind off my celibate state. Amongst many other pursuits, I formed a band from among my frustrated musician friends. It turns out we are pretty good for a group of old blokes and for the past five years we have enjoyed regular performances at a local venue. Our renditions of rock ‘n roll, country rock, folk and jazz attracts a loyal group of supporters and opened up a whole new world of experiences.

This true story happened a just couple of weeks ago…

We played our last song, packed up our instruments and joined our ‘supporters’ for dinner and drinks. I had noticed her all evening at dinner and at the bar afterward. She was mid-fifties, blond and very attractive in a smouldering way. Tight jeans over a very tidy figure. Not flashy, but quietly sexy. She seemed to be wherever I was, but I dismissed that as coincidence. What would this sexy blond want with a balding, slightly overweight 69-year-old part-time musician?

Still, I lay awake most nights for the rest of that week wondering should I chance making contact, but shied away – discretion is my watchword and I have always responded, never initiated. Anyway, there’s no fool like an old fool! Then, the next week - ‘ping’ - my phone notified me of a ‘Friend’ request…from her.

'Well, well, well,' I thought, 'maybe I am not such an old fool after all.'

Our social media conversations quickly escalated from polite small talk to raunchy sexy innuendo to “let’s meet for a drink”. Lunch was arranged for the next week and as the day approached our messages grew raunchier and more explicit. I arrived at lunch first, chose a quiet table and waited. She arrived and looked at me across the table with a shy, sexy, naughty knowing smile. I ordered her a drink and we sat and talked. Her hands moved from the table to my knee. In response I found my hand wandering from her knee to her thigh. She wriggled and smiled and we were both looking hungrily into each other’s eyes.

Against both our stated objectives (despite our naughty texting we had agreed to be ‘cool’ and reserved at this first meeting), we found ourselves openly lusting for one another. The touching and rubbing under the table had us both heightened and we needed to let nature take its course. The problem was that being married, we had to be very discreet. She had an apartment and right now she was alone. But, just to complicate things she knew most of her neighbours and it would be risky to go back there. What if we were caught in the lobby, the lift or wherever… difficult to explain.

We agreed to drive past her apartment to an isolated spot where at least we might be able to indulge in some mutual teenage style heavy petting. I found it difficult to concentrate on driving as our hands lustily rubbed each other’s thighs and crotch…we came up to the traffic lights near her apartment, ready to turn left to find our quiet spot. Approaching the lights, she took a deep breath and said “drive straight on – we are going to my apartment”. I needed no more encouragement.

Incident-free, after furtive car parking and lift riding, we arrived at her door. She quickly turned the key and we were inside. Instantly we were at each other, mouths, lips and tongues locked in deep searching kisses, hands exploring bodies and clothes disappearing to the floor.

She lay across the bed on her back with just her bikini briefs on…I kissed her deeply on the lips, moved down to her neck and nipples as my hands slipped down her belly and kneaded her mound. She was sooo wet! Her legs opened, inviting me further. My lips brushed her belly, then the inside of her thighs as she arched up to push herself up against me. With my teeth I slid her knickers down over her knees to the floor and was rewarded with the sight of her beautiful, glistening manicured pussy, her legs in open invitation to my tongue and mouth. She tasted divine! I devoured her pussy like a starving man. My tongue sliding between her labia, licking her juices, and slipping in as far as it could go, nibbling at her clit, mouth fucking her delicious pussy. She moaned and pushed her hips up against my face, taking me deeper into her juicy wet cave.

Her legs tightened around my neck and head, pushing my face and mouth and tongue deeper into her soaking wetness. Not having eaten for many years I just couldn’t get enough! The more I licked, nibbled, slurped and sucked, the more she moaned and squirmed and pushed my head deeper into her… oh for the ability to breathe through my ears!

Coming up for breath, I looked into her eyes, her smile inviting me to continue whilst she tugged and squeezed her nipples…. I moved my hand again to her pussy and two fingers easily slid inside her, her wetness making little squelchy noises as I moved my fingers in deeper to massage and stroke her magic spot. First two fingers, then three, then four! …and then she exploded! Squirting all over my hand, the sheets were drenched as she writhed and moaned ecstatically - what a fantastic turn on!

We rested, laying close, side by side, naked… an intimacy I had not enjoyed for a very long time…Then she decided it was my turn to fly. Her hands slid down my belly, finding my cock, slowly stroking it to full erection using my pre-cum as lubrication. With a wicked little grin she slid her mouth and lips down my chest, across my belly and then to my cock…slowly with the tip of her tongue tracing its way from the base of my shaft to the tip, then engulfing my shaft with her mouth. Her tongue worked away as she sucked and licked my cock, guiding me deeper into her with each pass. Her hand caressed my balls and I was in heaven. Wow! I was surprised at my staying power. I was holding on longer than I could ever recall, thinking “No, I’m not dead…there’s still life in this old dog yet!” as we locked eyes, watching each other’s reactions to her ministrations.

She upped the tempo, working me quicker and quicker as I reached out to her breasts, massaging them and squeezing her nipples which drove her cock sucking faster and faster. Finally, I couldn’t hold on any longer and hoarsely whispered that I was about to cum, expecting her to take me out of her mouth. But no, she looked at me and gave me the OK to explode into her mouth - which I did. She took every drop, licked the top of my cock and her lips and gave me a big smile as I collapsed in a spent heap. The afternoon continued like that for the next 4 hours … I proceeded to eat her out again, we fucked like teenagers, rested, fist fucked, mouth fucked, doggy fucked and then did it all again, and again.

So now, at nearly 70 I find the latent teenager within me has been unleashed. I have discovered a new lease of life, finding myself almost constantly randy and ready to go again at the drop of a hat. After all these years of self-denial it is most disconcerting, but very enjoyable. I am looking forward to more gigs and more play opportunities. But I still have to be discreet…which, in a funny kind of way adds to the excitement.